And I do all this while my house looks like complete and utter CRAP. "Crap" isn't even the right word. *Actually*, there IS no word to describe exactly how BAD my house looks right now.
I let the clutter begin to build up, saying "I'll do it when I get back in town." Well, after ten or so times of being out of town, now I don't even know where to begin.
Ya know, when I was little my sister would come in and help me clean up my room. Right now I would pay her a thousand bucks if she would walk in the door and start making up my bed.
Seriously.
I think I'm in a bit of a funk right now. Friday was my last day working for John, and Monday I start a job that I don't have time to do, nor do I want to do. Also, Tom has apparently taken my backing off to mean, "Huh, maybe I should pay MORE attention to her" and called me on a Saturday for the First Time Ever. (Of course it was with his son in the car, on the way to his baseball game.)
I feel much better than I did yesterday. I think I needed a day to veg and not think about anything. I know I would feel 300 percent better if I could just get this place looking the way it should. I've resisted turning on the television today, I've had some lunch (REAL food this time) and I think I'm ready. Aaaaany minute now.
Anyone want a thousand bucks?